Oh that we had wings of a dove –

We would fly away and be at rest!
A metaphor for all who are weary of the things of this world!

A dove is preparing for her journey…
“Take me with you” I said
“For you have wings of rest and are
heavenly dressed
and I am weary, my burden is
heavy, seeking peace and tranquility”
Would the skies by bluer?
The birds sweeter?
The flowers brighter?
All that makes me long for something
better?
We sped across the skies, the sunrise
in its splendor, the sunset as it dies!
This far her wings have brought me
our flight to heaven’s gates ajar

And a voice says to me –
“This surely is where I was meant to be
for all is peace and rest, my head
bereft of thoughts of doubt
no clouds to cover heaven’s light
above”
And another voice speaks within
“Why should I be at peace, when those
left behind are seeking peace as well?”
For perhaps not all in the
world has been in vain
Some things are true
For what is a mind without a thought
even if it is one of doubt?
In a God without a trust!
Trust in Him I must!

A bell without a ring?
Or a bird that cannot sing?
in all these things, He brings to be

Though the longing is in my heart to
stay, though I wanted so badly here
to go
I must to earth return, to help
others along the way!